Chapter 167: Giving You Two Choices

In the bustling Port Said, countless ships dock here. Stevedores unload the cargo from the ships and then haul it away.

A small yacht sailed in from the open sea, not attracting anyone's attention. In the eyes of the workers, there was only cargo; if they finished early, they could rest early.

However, a pair of shifty, rat-like eyes locked onto this small yacht. He watched the yacht, calculating incessantly in his heart: Anyone who could own such a private yacht must be a very wealthy and noble person. If he could fool them, he might be able to reap an unexpected harvest.

Ye Nan slowly stepped off the boat. To his left was the constipated-looking Duan Yan, and to his right was the indifferent Kenneth. Behind him were all Terminators; as for the other pirates, they remained on his ship.

"Kenneth, go buy some clothes. I don't want my crew to be mistaken for pirates," Ye Nan instructed Kenneth behind him.

Captain Barbossa and his crew were all dressed in pirate attire. If it were just one or two people coming out, it wouldn't be a problem—after all, strange clothing is normal—but once they all came out, the Egyptian police would likely invite them for tea.

He came here to find trouble with the Unable Organization, and the Unable Organization was supported by many Middle Eastern royal families behind the scenes. Who knows if the Egyptian government was involved? So, it was best not to alert the Egyptian official agencies if possible.

"This gentleman, please wait," a short, shifty-eyed man blocked Ye Nan. The short man's eyes kept sizing Ye Nan up, as if looking at a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

The short man was small in stature with dark skin, clearly someone who had spent years making a living under the sun. His lewd eyes kept looking at Ye Nan, occasionally letting out tsk-tsking sighs.

"A rich man. What a pity, time is ruthless. No matter how wealthy you are, you cannot escape the butcher's knife of time."

"What exactly do you want to say?"

From the moment he suddenly blocked his path, Ye Nan knew he must have a purpose, but he didn't have that much time to play guessing games with this guy. He also had no intention of guessing the riddles of this person.

"Nothing, I just want to tell you a secret, a secret about eternal life," the short man grinned craftily. "As long as you obtain it, you can gain eternal life, and this secret is right here."

The short man pointed to his own head: "Eternal life, something so many people dream of, will be realized today."

Ye Nan became interested upon hearing the short man's words: "Oh, is there really eternal life?"

"Of course, have you heard of the legendary Hamunaptra? There, the legendary Book of the Dead exists, which can allow people to gain eternal life." Hearing Ye Nan's interest in his words, the short man spoke even more enthusiastically.

"Oh, Hamunaptra? Does Hamunaptra really exist?" Ye Nan's interest grew even more. Hamunaptra and the Book of the Dead let him know this was *The Mummy*.

"Of course, the legendary Hamunaptra certainly exists, and I have even been there, but..." The short man deliberately dragged out the time, his fingers rubbing together, making an internationally recognized gesture.

Seeing his gesture, Ye Nan understood he wanted money and immediately smiled: "If you want it, you can have it, but I cannot confirm whether what you say is true or false. You must first produce evidence."

"Evidence?" The short man looked up at the sky, his expression hesitant, a hint of reluctance on his face. "I also know it's hard to convince you without evidence, but I really have no choice; I cannot hand that thing over to you."

"If you cannot convince me, don't waste time." Ye Nan said this and prepared to leave.

"Don't!" The short man hurriedly grabbed Ye Nan. "I really cannot give you that thing. If I give it to you, the world will be destroyed..."

"Why would the world be destroyed? The world isn't that fragile." Ye Nan shook off his hand. "And I'm not some great Demon King. If you really want to tell me where Hamunaptra is, that thing is useless to keep. You are likely just trying to swindle me."

"I am absolutely not swindling you. I swear to Allah, if I have deceived you, may I die a horrible death." The short man raised his hand and swore to the sky.

"You shouldn't be Egyptian," Ye Nan looked at him. "Fluent English; judging by the accent, you should be British."

"Damn Yankee," the short man cursed inwardly, but his face was full of smiles. "I am British, I am British."

"Then why are you swearing by the Lord?" Ye Nan's expression turned cold. "You don't believe in the Lord, yet you swear by Him. I wonder if this counts as blasphemy against the Lord. If the Muslims found out, I wonder what kind of punishment you would receive."

"How could that be?" The short man said sheepishly, but he dared not swear by Allah again. "However, I really do know the location of Hamunaptra..."

"Then please produce evidence. I don't want to bicker with you." Ye Nan interrupted him, his expression becoming cold. "If you cannot produce evidence, don't come bothering me. If you continue to pester me, I will have the police take you away."

"Don't, I'll take it out, okay?" A flash of terror crossed the short man's face. "This is the map to Hamunaptra."

The short man took out a map and placed it in front of Ye Nan. Ye Nan stared closely at the map, looking at some pyramid-like shapes and strange runes drawn on it, but couldn't quite understand it. "Arno, come over and take a look at this thing. Let Simila help me analyze if it's something related to Hamunaptra."

Arno walked over, the artificial simulated eyeball sinking in to reveal an electronic eye.

"What is this?" The short man looked at Arno in surprise, looking incredulous.

"A robot, never seen one?" Ye Nan glanced at him, unwilling to explain further.

"I haven't." The short man laughed awkwardly. "I've been in Egypt for five or six years. In this backward place, where would one see such high technology? A robot, tsk tsk, I wonder how much it cost to build."

"250,000 US dollars, priceless," Ye Nan replied.

"Scanning complete... Transmitting... Transmission complete... Waiting for Matrix analysis."

"Brother Ye Nan, this thing is a type of ancient Egyptian script, different from modern Egyptian. There isn't much information about this script on the web. If you want to translate it, I'm willing but unable. Why don't you go to some libraries in Egypt? You might make some discoveries." Simila's voice came through the earpiece. "Sorry, Brother, I didn't help you."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter. After all, very few people know languages like ancient Egyptian. Even if someone knew it, they wouldn't just upload it to the web. It's normal that you couldn't find it," Ye Nan comforted her easily.

After comforting Simila, he turned his head to look at the short man again. "The map you took out is indeed ancient Egyptian. It seems you didn't lie to me, but I need you to help me translate the content."

"Of course I can." The short man looked happy. "But you also know how high a price I paid to get this, how much of my youth I spent. The past is too painful to look back on."

As the short man spoke, a grown man began to cry in front of Ye Nan. "My brothers, my sisters..."

"And your son and your old mother, tell me, how much money do you want?" Ye Nan interrupted him again.

"This..." The short man kept rubbing his hands, and all the tears and painful expressions disappeared. "I probably need this number..."

The short man raised his right hand, his five fingers stretched out straight.

"Five million, right?" Ye Nan took out his checkbook, scribbled on it, and handed it to the short man. "This is a check from Citibank in the United States. Once you have this check, you can go and withdraw it."

"Wait a moment." The short man looked at the check and licked his lips. He made a phone call, spoke a few words to the person on the other end, and then hung up, his face full of joy. "I didn't expect you to be the famous president of the ICQ company."

"Found out? This check is real." Ye Nan looked at the short man playfully. He knew the short man had just gone to ask bank staff to verify the authenticity of the check. Because the account he used to pay the check was public, the short man could check it; otherwise, it would have been impossible for the short man to check his bank account.

"Of course it's real. How could the famous president of the ICQ company issue a fake check?" The short man licked his lips, his eyes full of desire.

"I'm afraid you found out there is money in my account." Ye Nan snorted coldly.

"This... hehe." The short man laughed dryly. "Since I have already told you the matter, give me this check."

The short man reached out, wanting to take the check, but he grabbed nothing because Ye Nan had pulled his hand back, along with the check.

"Wait a moment," Ye Nan said. "You haven't taken me to Hamunaptra yet, how could I give you the check?"

"I have already proven myself, why don't you believe me? As long as you give me the check, I will take you to Hamunaptra." The short man immediately looked miserable. He had planned to take the check and find an excuse to leave him, then run away, but if he didn't get the check, running away would be meaningless.

"I indeed don't believe you, because I never trust strangers." Ye Nan held up one finger. "I'll give you two choices: one is to take me to Hamunaptra. As soon as I arrive at Hamunaptra, I will give you the check without a word. The second is that I throw you into the police station. Given the influence of my ICQ company, once you go in, don't think about coming out."

"You are simply making things difficult for me!" The short man looked at Ye Nan pitifully. "I really won't deceive you."

"You still refuse to answer directly, it seems you intend to go to prison." Ye Nan waved his hand. "Arno, call the police chief and say I'm inviting him for a cup of coffee."

"Don't, don't, I'll take you, I'll take you, okay?" The short man had a miserable expression, as if his parents had died. "But you promise me, as long as I take you to Hamunaptra, you will give me the check."

"Of course, I, Ye Nan, always keep my word." ===== CHAPTER 168 =====